The origin of the heavens: the cold light destroys the world, and all sentient beings are destroyed.

Spiritual insight came out through the wooden house, and Liu Weiyang saw the scene outside.

There were three people quietly surrounding the wooden house, the oldest in his fifties, and the youngest probably in his twenties.

At the same time, there are four more onlookers.

But the expression on his face is not watching a play, but something else.

Judging from their costumes, this time they were all miscellaneous disciples.

Because miscellaneous disciples only have the cultivation of the quenching realm.

The quenching body realm, according to Liu Weiyang's understanding, is that the body breaks through a certain limit again and again, and gradually reaches the level where it can accept the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Therefore, if you don't do it, no one can estimate how many layers the other party is quenched, and the spiritual sense can't see it.

However, in the world of immortal cultivation, obviously no one pays attention to such a bottom layer, and several layers are meaningless.

Liu Weiyang, as an existence at least at the same level as the late foundation building, naturally will not take these quenching period in his eyes.

After calculating in his heart, Liu Weiyang's spiritual sense spread again, shrouding him to the limit of what he could shroud.

He could see that within five hundred meters, there were some miscellaneous disciples who were practicing martial arts next to their wooden houses, and did not pay attention to this side.

"Seven..."

muttered, and Liu Weiyang pulled out a throwing knife from his hand and levitated it in his palm.

After returning from the old man, Liu Weiyang tried whether he could use spiritual sense to manipulate the throwing knife like an immortal cultivator, which was obviously possible.

The old man has a saying that is not true, which may come from his low cognition.

He said that during the foundation building period, immortal cultivators could control the flying sword, but the warrior could not control his own sword, because of the foundation building treasure.

Liu Weiyang linked his cognition in his previous life and felt that this should be two reasons.

First, it is necessary to have the kind of weapon of the immortal cultivator, not an ordinary sword.

This kind of weapon must be able to recognize the Lord, or what formation is arranged.

Then there is the need to have the Imperial Sword Technique, that is, the method of manipulating the flying sword.

Only by doing these two aspects can the immortal cultivator be able to control the flying sword.

But Liu Weiyang's throwing knife, which can be integrated into his body, is obviously something more advanced.

Therefore, when controlling, it is enough to have spiritual knowledge and thoughts, and there is no need for any imperial sword skills.

The throwing knife trembled and disappeared from Liu Weiyang's hand in an instant.

The next second, it was back to his hand.

A weak energy poured into the body, absorbed by the cells, almost no feeling, about the same as drinking a glass of ice water on a hot day.

The energy that once felt powerful, but now it feels so small.

Sure enough, just as he expected, I was afraid that even if there were a hundred and ten quenching periods, he would not be able to let him enter the next stage.

In the next stage, cultivating immortals is the period of heartbeat.

But he is not an immortal cultivator, so he doesn't know what period it should be.

But I think it should be another metamorphosis of the flesh.

If you want to make the flesh transform again, such a little energy is simply a drop in the bucket, and the waves can't splash.

Liu Weiyang withdrew his spiritual sense, and at the last glance, the seven miscellaneous disciples outside all turned into ashes.

If you don't remember that you are not strong enough, at least you have to reach the corresponding realm of the Golden Pill Period to be able to make waves in the novice village.

Liu Weiyang wanted to complain: "Ants!

Although he didn't dare to say such words, Liu Weiyang was not even interested in meeting them.

The villain dies of too much talk, which is a wise saying.

In a sense, he is a villain.

From the perspective of the ability of the throwing knife, once it is known, I am afraid that even if it is not a demon, it will be slandered as a demon.

After killing the seven miscellaneous disciples, until the next day, no one bothered.

Early the next morning, Liu Weiyang also received his first miscellaneous task to sweep bamboo leaves at a place called Cuizhufeng.

It is not to take care of any spiritual herbs and elixirs, nor to serve any outer disciples, nor to feed any spirit beasts.

Liu Weiyang didn't understand a little, in this world of immortal cultivation, is there nothing that can replace artificial labor for such a thing as sweeping bamboo leaves?

Perhaps it is not that there is no way to replace, but that the cost is relatively higher for miscellaneous disciples to do.

For example, using a spell to clean up bamboo leaves, or what formation to use to clean bamboo leaves, is definitely not as good as using the existence of improper people like miscellaneous disciples.

Following the navigation of the miscellaneous disciple token, Liu Weiyang ran at great speed all the way.

Because he saw that other miscellaneous disciples were also running.

Whatever he is for, just follow it anyway.

On the token, the areas that need to be cleaned up and the areas that cannot be accessed are also displayed.

The disciple code states that entering an area that does not meet one's own disciple level will be punished.

Liu Weiyang estimated that a miscellaneous disciple like him should be the easiest punishment to be killed by a sword.

When he came to the place, Liu Weiyang found that he had no cleaning tools at all.

I wanted to ask the old man of the mission hall, but I was too lazy to run.

He now understood why those miscellaneous disciples used to run, it turned out to be because the mission points were generally far away.

After thinking about it, Liu Weiyang finally got a hint in the disciple token.

It turned out that no matter what task the miscellaneous disciples received, they had no tools.

Because everyone has cultivation in the body, even if they do manual work, they don't need tools.

It is nothing more than a low tiring point and slow down, and the fine work is naturally guided.

He only needs to clean the bamboo leaves in his own way, provided that the bamboo is not destroyed.

"This should be done to train the miscellaneous disciples' ability to manipulate their own strength, right?"

Said so, but Liu Weiyang felt that it was just that the immortal cultivators did not bother to prepare mortal tools for the miscellaneous servants.

Liu Weiyang thought for a moment and began to wave his hands.

Without launching his fist, he relied purely on the fierce wind swinging his arms to blow the bamboo leaves without interrupting the bamboo.

I don't know how long it took, a cold female voice sounded behind him: "You little handyman, your cultivation is good."

At a young age, with such a stupid method, he can actually sweep bamboo leaves.

Liu Weiyang was startled, the throwing knife was about to move in his body, his spiritual sense subconsciously spread out, and the person also turned around.

"Be bold!"

As soon as the spiritual sense found the person who spoke, Liu Weiyang found that the other party was shining in the spiritual sense, and the other party in the spiritual sense became hazy.

A strange force struck, and Liu Weiyang felt as if the other party had given him a hammer in his head.

Pain, dizziness, wanting to vomit, spiritual sense shook wildly, shocking blood rolling.

"Poof..." His

throat was sweet, and a stream of bloody sweetness spat out.

Under the softness of his body, Liu Weiyang fell to the ground, his brain was still dizzy and painful, shrinking and shrinking, as if someone was forcibly squeezing his head.

At the same time, Liu Weiyang's eyes also saw the person coming.

It was a slim woman wearing a veil and a green gauze dress.

She stepped on the bamboo leaves, but the bamboo leaves did not sink.

At this time, she had a pair of sharp Danfeng eyes and stared at herself fiercely.